I’ll wait until the morning’s light
When beams of sun will glow
In the fire’s warmth, late tonight
Where few will dare to go
In hopes of wonder basking
Dreams too real too die
With days we left at passing
Is where the truth shall lie
A stage to set the living
A shield to shelter through
A will to keep on pushing
Are how our dreams come true
By Melissa Kelly
Published in Hedge Apple, April 2019
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